Dance Night? (open for everybody)

Music boomed DJ Kitteh places the most hottest tunes in the random club dead center of Karakura Town. The ground was lines with tiles that lit up in assorted colors. Changing constantly as people danced their hearts out. With an open bar and a guard out front who watched who came in tonight was a rather popular night. Ladies Night to be exact, where all girls were let in for free.

The building was large and could pack in many people, however the building was bringing more and more people in. Lights were dimmed and some people wore glow stick necklaces and bracelets as the theme for tonight's ladies night was glow in the dark! Near the open bar Rebecca took a seat, ordering a quick and simple martini. Wearing a pair of dark wash jeans, a scoop neck white tank top with some nice details to it along with layers of glow stick bracelets around her wrists in various colors and a few around her neck she lit up in the dimmed lights.

Rebecca's long flowing blonde hair was in loose beachy waves. The way that many of today's stars have seen their hair done. Loose waves of hair flowed down to the small of her back, being long, golden and healthy. Rebecca's soft full rosy lips touched the martini glass as she sipped on her drink. There was a feint smile on her lips. she felt overly happy. Perhaps it was the music and excitement around her. Charming emerald eyes glances around to see who was near, and what others were doing. Was she pathetic for coming here alone? However who else was there to join her? Placing her martini on the counter and smiling at the bartender who smiled at her as he was polishing a glass, Rebecca has stretched her arms over her head momentarily to stretch before going back to her drink and finishing it off rather quickly.

OOC: boo its short but who cares its just OOC RPing

Thus there would be a man. A rather tall man, able to be seen above the crowd, though not just because of his height. The bright neon pink feather boa that pulsed and shined with the neon lights from the area quite helped his obviousness. As did the bright pink cowboy hat atop his head. Quite honestly, he looked quite fruity, but in fairness, so did ninety nine percent of the men who had decided to choke their testicles in women's jeans. He was moving through the room, obviously meant for the bar. After all, that's where the drinks are, and what's a good party without some drinks? A good party without some drinks, that's what! But word games aside, the crowd would part and he would exit, and some more of his clothing would be revealed to the bar people. A pair of jeans, bootcut of course, as he is wearing cowboy boots, pressed to perfection, crisp and clean, worn slightly at the knees. The only thing on his torso would be a brown leather vest, revealing his body, scarred though it may be, the pink accents on his flesh pulsing in the club's lighting, making him look all the stranger, and more festive.

He would get to the bar, leaning down onto it next to Rebecca, his eyes giving her a look, before they'd slide forward, his wrist flicking to toss the pink feather boa back behind him so it wasn't dangling down from it's position wrapped around his neck. With a straight face he'd look at the bar tender and say "I want a screaming multiple orgasm on the beach" His drink would be promptly made and he'd take a sip of it, before turning his head towards the rather attractive blonde he happened to wind up next to.

"Wanna dance? This club is pumpin' tonight."

He sat at the bar, back leaning on it as he gazed into the mass of writhing bodies on the dance floor. Being inside that pit, especially with a dance partner, made you forget about time and get lost inside the beat, your blood pumping hard as you moved your body in time with the rhythm. There were strobe lights and a fog machine, and combined with the lighting floor panels, was quite the colorful display. However, Joseph was taking a break, having been simply dancing among a crowd of people. The cool air felt good on his sweaty body, breathing harder than normal, still a bit tired from exertion.

His hair was spiked for the occasion, and he was wearing rectangular glasses to frame his eyes. He had made sure they were tight on his face so that they wouldn't fling off during his dancing. He wore a black button up shirt, the collar down but the buttons open. No need to be formal, he figured, though having the collared shirt did look nice, a simple white t-shirt underneath. His pants were dark blue denim jeans, simple but effective, with a pair of black vans to finish it off. Overall he was dressed casually for the night, simply drinking a coke, not one to drink alcoholic beverages as he regained his breath and enjoyed the cool air of the night.

He'd take another drink from the oddly named concoction, nodding at her. She was rather cute, and the giggling wasn't helping. Maybe he'd wrap his boa around someone tonight after all. With a nod, he'd smile at her. I'll hold you to your promise miss.

As he was taking anther drink he'd grin, dumping the entire glass into his mouth, leaving only a few drops along his lips. Well, you're free to take a taste of what's left of mine, Miss.